Authors: Tia Hines

That Girl Is Poison (21 page)

Chapter 24

I made plans to get up with Derrick again. He had one more round to go. I even conned him into buying the Anal Eaze, seeing I was too young to go into the adult-only store. Amazing. I made up some lie about possibly getting caught because my boyfriend's cousin worked in the store, and if he saw me, all hell would break loose.

Like an idiot, he believed the lie and purchased nine boxes of the Anal Eaze. As usual, my aunt had dropped me off at the library, and I had Derrick pick me up like around five. I did my whole “change thing,” and all went well. We went to Derrick's spot, and I let him have it one more time.

This time I was golden. Anal Eaze worked wonders. I was in the money now. Anal Eaze and OxyContin combined was the master plan.

I lay beside Derrick in a daze, feeling good that I had just infected my first victim.

“Damn, girl! You can really take it up there.”

“Humph.”

“So you think your man is going to be mad if you stay the night with me?”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe? You know he'll be screamin' on you.”

“Nah. He knows I like to do this kind of stuff.”

“You mean, taking it in the ass.”

“No, I mean, you know, just fucking.”

“He don't care?”

“Nope.”

“Yeah, right. He must not know.”

“Know what?”

“What you're doing.”

“He does. We cool like that. He don't care.”

“A'ight, so why you with him?”

“Can we stop talking about him?”

“Cool. Let's talk some real shit. I'm married, but I'm a swinger on the side. My wife, of course, doesn't know I swing.”

“What are you talking about you swing?”

“I'm a swinger,” he repeated, as if that was enough to answer my question.

I looked at him confused.

“You don't know what a swinger is?”

“No.”

“And you like to fuck, while you got a man?”

“Just what is it?” I asked, getting aggravated.

“If you stay with me tonight, I'll show you.”

“I can't.”

“Why?”

“What time is it?”

“Eight-thirty. Why?”

“I gotta go.” I got up and started putting my clothes on.

“Okay. You don't have to stay the night, but just let me show you what it's about.”

“Why can't you just tell me what it's about?”

“Because.”

“Because what?”

“Just because.”

“Well, forget it then. Take me back to the library.” I put my shoes on.

“A'ight, listen. It's when couples swap partners and have sex.”

I almost let out a smile. My heart did a happy dance to a hip-hop beat. “You mean like a whole bunch of guys and girls?”

“Yup.” He smiled.

I bit my lip in excitement. He was one down, leading me to more.

I woke up in the middle of a water bed with three guys on my right side and a female on my left. I looked at the time, and it was seven o'clock in the morning. I hopped up out of the bed and glanced at the three guys, thinking how much of a surprise they were in for. Not only them, but the other six that I let hit it last night too.

I got dressed and looked around for Derrick, but I didn't see him. I looked outside for his car, and he was gone. “Fuck!” I stood at the window, not knowing what to do. I had no money or nothing. I looked around and the house was still. Everyone was sound asleep.

I noticed coats on the sofa and took my chances by going through them. I managed to scrape up fifty dollars. This would be enough to get me to the library to get my bag, change, and go home.

Fear built up inside me again as I thought about home. I had stayed the night out. My aunt had changed, but I wasn't sure how she was going to react about me staying the night out. I definitely didn't want to resurrect her evil spirit.

Chapter 25

I went home, y'all, and my aunt didn't say too much of anything to me. I mean I played it slick. The library was open twenty-four hours, so I rushed back there, found a secluded spot in the corner, laid my head on the table with an open book like I was researching, and fell asleep. I stayed like that until somebody came to wake me up.

Finally, a librarian tapped me, and I woke up pretending not to know where I was.

“Honey, have you been here all night?”

“Um, I don't know. What time is it?”

“It's nine in the morning.”

“It's nine? Oh no, my aunt's gonna kill me.” I started to pack my things.

“Do you need to make a phone call orâ”

“Yes, I need to. I can't believe I fell asleep.”

“Just calm down.”

“See, she is right there,” Auntie Linda hollered, appearing out of the blue with another librarian.

“Auntie Linda, I'm sorry. I was reading and Iâ”

“I found her here asleep with her face buried in a book,” the librarian who woke me up informed.

My aunt gave her a tired look. Then she looked at me. A little fear set in as I thought my plan hadn't worked.

“You ready?”

“Yeah,” I answered, gathering my things.

We walked out of the library and got in the car. The ride was silent for a few. Then Auntie Linda broke the ice.

“You've been doing well for yourself. I didn't think I was still going to find you in the library. I thought you had pulled a fast one, but you're all right. Keep your head in those books, and next time try to not to stay the night in the library.” She laughed.

I chuckled. That was my first laugh ever with my aunt. I laughed hard too. I laughed at her. I laughed at my plan working. I was in laughter land. I had it made and stretched it to the max. I didn't get stupid and pull another all-nighter, but I did stay out late.

I had my aunt thinking I was really getting my study on at the library. I went so far as to making up assignments that I had to do. I had them typed out like the teacher had assigned it. I was doing the damn thang.

I was staying out all the time with different guys, keeping my OxyContin and Anal Eaze handy. The guys weren't hard to find. I'd meet them on the Internet, through friends, or just strutting my stuff on the block. I made sure I paid everyone of them two visits, nothing less. I gained many friends in the process, especially at school. Yeah, I was no longer the center of attention in an embarrassing way, but in a way I had accepted. I became the ho I was rumored to be, and it was fine with me. I turned a lie into the truth. It took me a year and some change to become the classy ho I was today.

My girl Jen pitched in by hooking a sister up with whoever I asked to be laid up with. Then you know the drill after that. I got down and dirty with them on a double note, unprotected, and left them guessing. I ran into a few problems with dudes tryin'a wrap it up, but when I swung the booty in their face, it was “bye-bye, condom and hello, raw dog.” What a bunch of idiots! But, hey, who was I to judge? I was just supplying the goods.

I was proud of what I was doing. It shot my self-esteem sky-high. My aunt had no clue either. She thought I was a bad girl turned good. That's what she was supposed to think. I had to keep her trusting me, while on the low.

Now, although my girlie-girl Jen helped with the setups, she couldn't understand why I was doing what I was doing. It wasn't for her to understand though. This was my thing. My prerogative. The guys I slept with wasn't 'bout shit anyway. They either had a girlfriend they were cheating on, or they were looking for a quick fix. I was simply swinging the booty in their direction. I looked at it as giving back to the men in the community. Ha! I was cracking myself up.

Today was one of them days too. There was this end-of-the-year junior hooky party going on, and you know I had to be there. The seniors and juniors did it every year. Jen was rolling with me too. She stayed rolling but never got too involved. She wasn't like me, sexing and all. She was a good girl, which was cool. I didn't have a problem with it.

I'd been in this giveaway game for over a year now, and no one or nothing was going to stop me. It's a shame how stupid these guys were out here, thinking with their dick and not their head. The sad part about it too was that half of them didn't get themselves tested. Shoot, they didn't even know what a clinic looked like, unless their baby's mama was giving birth or they got shot or stabbed. You'd think with all the “wrap it up” commercials, our men would have more sense than that. But I couldn't be worried about a nucca's problem. I had an agenda to attend to, and up next on the list was my high-school friends.

I'm preparing my bag now for the mission transmitting this disease to some more gullible people. I have to stay equipped with my Anal Eaze, pain pills, and whatever other paraphernalia I needed, depending on the situation or event. I was thinking of pulling an all-nighter tonight, since I was in a very giving mood, if you feel what I'm sayin'.

All eyes were definitely on me when I stepped through the door. Eyes were stuck on me like sap on a tree. I was the “shizznit.” Damn, I scared myself sometimes.

“Delicious Desire.”

“Freddy Montana.”

“What's up, girl? You looking tasty, Desire.”

“Mmmm. Not too bad there yourself, pretty boy.”

“I try,” Freddy said, dusting his shoulders off.

“Oh, do you?”

“Yes, Desire. I do,” he responded, licking his lips.

“You like saying my name, huh?”

“How'd you know?” He winked.

I laughed. “Holla at me later.”

“You know that's the plan, baby.”

“Cool. I'll be waiting,” I said, as he stared back at me walking away. I laughed again.

Jen gave me a dirty look. “You're a trip.”

“Why?”

“Because . . . how can you like what you're doing?”

“I'm a sex addict. It's a craving.”

“Oh, please. It makes you look like a slut.”

“Thanks for the compliment.”

“Any time. Just make sure you stay keeping it strapped. I don't give you condoms for
my
health.”

I felt bad about lying to my best friend. She thought I was really addicted to having sex, protected sex, that is. I mean, come on, let's face it. She was the very first person to start the rumors seventh grade year anyway. I'd just finally built up the courage to finish what she started. Besides, she was the dumb one for really thinking I was addicted to sex.

I kept myself healthy though, and I stayed protected in a different kind of way. I took my daily pills for this shit I had. I wasn't no fool. I had to stay alive to keep giving this shit away. Wasn't gonna be no fun if the homies couldn't have none, ya heard.

I know you're like, “But what about these dirty nuccas out here that you're sleeping with?”

Yeah. They could've given me something too, but my system was full of penicillin. I did my own examination. If I felt an itch coming on, I popped a pill.

Most of the dudes I slept with anyway were high-school students. They were the easiest. Not saying the older cats ain't too dumb either, but it was just easier to get the young ones to run up in this pussy raw. I even took penicillin after I slept with someone, just in case they had something. I was still on OxyContin. My prescribed bottle was gone, but you know me, I found a way to get whatever I wanted.

This Arab dude that I let hit it on a regular basis worked as a pharmacist at the same Walgreens where I'd met the security dude, Derrick. Anyways, he hooked me up with whatever I needed.

My legit prescribed pills for the HIV, I got those straight from the clinic on the low. The pharmacist dude had no clue either. I used the pharmacy inside of the hospital to fill those prescriptions. I laughed inside at all of this. Every time he hit it raw, he thought he was getting a free piece of ass in exchange for some doctor goodies.

“Yo, Jen, I'm about to go in the room with Freddy.”

“Oookay, be careful.”

“Yeah, yeah. Go pop a Red Bull or something.”

Jen flipped me her middle finger playfully and walked away.

I followed Freddy into a back room, where there were four other dudes. I knew all of them from school. They were the “newbies” on the block, seventh grade boys celebrating going into the eighth grade. Freddy knew how to choose young, cute, fresh meat. He earned his cool points for the year.

“Freddy, I see you got company.”

Freddy walked over to me and pulled me to the side. “Yeah, ah, my little brother and his friends are new to this. I told them, you know, they could get their first piece ifâ”

“You know I got you.” I walked away from Freddy and walked over to his little brother and friends. “Who's first?” I asked loud and clear.

They all stood up, pushing each other out of the way, arguing.

“Yo, I got this first.”

“No, I got this,” Freddy announced.

“Y'all said I could go first,” one of the boys begged.

“Nah. Ain't none of y'all going first. This is my hookup. Just sit tight. You'll get your turn.”

“Yo, how we know you ain't got nothing, if we beatin' it up after you?”

“Young one, please. I take good care of my dick. I ain't got shit.”

I just stood watching and listening, laughing inside. These idiots were worried about what they had and not even questioning me. Can we say
stupid
?

I hooked every last one of them up, with breaks in between, taking shots of vodka straight up.

Freddy wanted one last hit, but I was too wasted. The shots had taken a toll on me, and I was hardly aware of my surroundings.

“Yo, Dee, you all right?”

I was feeling sick to my stomach.

“I don't feel good.”

Freddy rushed me out of the room, and we bumped into Jen, who was standing guard by the door.

“What happened? What you do to her?”

“I didn't do nothing to her.”

Jen held me up, and Freddy let me go.

“Jen, I gotta throw up.”

“Come on,” she said with an attitude, and she dragged me to the bathroom.

I ran to the toilet and
Splash!
Vomit towered on the toilet seat. I fell to my knees, and more vomit came out nonstop. I lay my head on the toilet, not able to hold it up.

Jen screamed on me, “Look at you. I can't believe you. Why'd you drink so much?”

“I wanna leave you so bad. This is disgusting. Damn, Desire! You really know how toâ”

“Jâjust lâleave. I'm . . . fine . . . 'kay. Bye.”

“You can't even talk.”

“I said that.”

“What?”

“Yeah, 'kay,” I slurred, not knowing what the hell I was talking about.

What I wanted to say was, “Help me up,” but I couldn't get the words out. My head slid off the toilet seat, and I hit the floor. I was out for the count.

I woke up with a pounding headache. I felt like shit lying in some bed.
Where am I?
I looked around to see where I was. I had my night clothes on. I realized I was in my bed.
How'd I get home?

I sat up then lay back down. The throbbing was too much to bear. I lay on my side with my back to the door. I heard my door open. My head was throbbing so badly, I couldn't even turn around to see who was coming in. It couldn't be anybody but my aunt though.

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